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Hidden


in the night not by the lights
in the back streets full of life
there is a secret world
that is different from the like
the way in is hard to find
because its invisible to the naked eye
if your not focusing and you look quckly past
you might just see the door that opens the path
do not go in if you wish to come back
because no one knows where you will go
or how to come back....

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